Gu Chunuan had a cold face, suppressing the anger in his heart and walked all the way to Mo Ge's kitchen.
Lord Mo's people were trembling in fear, not even daring to breathe.
What your noble lord has done is so ridiculous that no emperor can tolerate it easily.
It's a miracle that Queen Feng didn't punish your noble lord severely. How could your Majesty not punish you?
If not, after today, your noble lord will be demoted to the harem.
"Bang……"
Just when Gu Chunuan was about to enter the kitchen, the Demon Lord came out holding a plate of flower cakes like a treasure, and almost bumped into Gu Chunuan.
Seeing that the flower cake was about to fall, the Demon Lord used his own body to catch the freshly baked flower cake, which caused a large area of his exposed chest to turn red, but he didn't notice it and instead breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, okay, okay, the flower cake is not broken."
The Demon Lord put the flower cakes into the plate piece by piece, with a happy and satisfied smile on his lips.
Huahua looked at Gu Chunuan with a gloomy face in horror, knelt down with a plop, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, this servant is here to see Your Majesty. Long live your Majesty. Long live your Majesty."
"Ah, little sister, you are here."
The Demon Lord smiled, as warm as the sun, astonishing everyone.
"Miss, Amo made some flower cakes and was about to bring them to the imperial study room for you. Unexpectedly, you came. Do we have some understanding?"
Gu Chunuan glanced at the flower cake on the plate.
The flower cake was wrinkled, didn't look very good, and tasted a bit mixed, but the Demon Lord's eyes were filled with anticipation, hope, and joy, as if he was waiting for her praise.
Look at his face again...
Gu Chunuan almost thought he came out of the bandits' den.
He is a person who loves beauty very much, and he can't stand even a little bit of dirt on his body.ωωw..net
Now, his hair is a mess and many places are burnt.
His face was covered with pot ashes, flour, and some flower petals.
His clothes were dyed white by the flour, and it was almost impossible to see their original appearance.
Even his hands had several burns.
If he hadn't known that he was Si Mofei, Gu Chunuan would have hardly recognized him.
"You made the palace a mess just to make flower cakes?"
"Yes, don't you like to eat flower cakes, young lady? Yi Chen... A friend of mine once taught me how to make the flower cakes you like to eat, but it has been too long and I have forgotten the recipe, so... but fortunately
I still made it, little sister, please try it and see if this is the taste you remember."
"Why do you have to pick all the flowers in the palace to make flower cakes?"
The Demon Lord said confidently, "Because it was Amo's first time to make a flower cake, but he couldn't make it well. It required a lot of flowers, and Amo had to choose the best flowers to make. Only the best and most beautiful flowers should be given."
Little sister, eat it."
"Is there no firewood in Moge? Why do you need to bring so much firewood from other places?"
"Because the firewood doesn't look right no matter how it burns."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's just that the size and shape that Amo made when he burned it with firewood are not the same as when my friend taught me how to make flower cakes."
Gu Chunuan's mouth twitched.
Even if the shape and size are different, does it have any impact? Wouldn't it be good if it can be burned?
Looking at the kitchen, half-burned firewood of various sizes was scattered all over the kitchen.
He clearly burned half of the firewood and then took it out and threw it away.
Even if it's just firewood, it can't be wasted like this.
Looking at the messy burned cloth clothes inside, Gu Chunuan felt distressed.
Every piece of fabric is of the highest quality, but it's a pity that a corner of each piece or piece has been burned.
"Then why did you go to Weiyang Palace to grab Wen Shaoyi's clothes?"
